How AI-Brained Are You, Actually?
ChatGPT, Claude, Gemini... can't tell if you should ask AI or just text a friend? Six levels of AI dependence — from full analog to full cyborg.

A coin flip decides whether you live. No mercy, no anger—just pure, impassive logic. An act of nature in human form. Fate is a coin—fifty-fifty, and no amount of begging changes the odds. Consistent in a way that is somehow more unsettling than rage. His own principles never waver. The most principled person in the film is the one nobody survives.
Other people are genuinely not interesting. The concept of dating doesn't parse. Blind dates end with the other person crying. But the one person who earns a sliver of acknowledgment gets an unexpected, almost alarming level of quiet loyalty. Getting recognized by this person means something.
Specialist in the work no one else will take—completes it cleanly, without emotional interference. The cold precision here is elite. The same composure that makes Chigurh terrifying makes this person the one you call when everything is broken and nothing else has worked.
No card records. Only physical cash, untraceable, controlled. Briefcase-full preferred. The privacy instinct eliminates impulse purchases and enforces real spending awareness. Privacy as a principle is surprisingly solid financial hygiene. Clean records, clean hands, clean account.